Lupe Fiasco - SLR 3 (Round of Applause) lyrics
Lupe Fiasco [Wasalu Muhammad Jaco] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lupe Fiasco - SLR 3 Round of Applause lyrics]
Welcome everybody, SLR 3
Moment of silence for them
Round of applause for me
I pause to put a round
In the palms of thieves
And then clap for 'em, bring it back to 'em
Soundtrakk I bring my back to 'em
Cause they ain't ready for the front
Fax to 'em like my nigga Mickey Factz to 'em
Aye Mickey what the wicky-wicky wack doin'?
They ain't from us but
They're claiming they're Columbus
Their raps come off flat cause
They ain't in circumference
They ain't in the cypher of some lifers
Them niggas probation
Soon to be leavin' Rikers
They ain't see us as the circle of my peers
Sir cool but he ain't spheres
That means he ain't fierce as this
Sailboat wouldn't survive in the
Ocean of my tears
Bring it back to the peekhole
That's the circle of my peers
The back is what I said ready for the front
I rap it out the back of my head
Know it like the back of my hand
Cowboy, you calf like the back of my leg
You ain't seein' what I said
That's cause it's comin' out the
Back of my dreads
You ain't see it, gotta watch what I say
Wash a nigga away or dock a nigga pay
I bring it back to the piers
And if you ready for that
You've just received the deadliest catch
That you've seen in years
Match, and if you think I'm playin'
Back when you were sayin' "What
In the world was that?"
When I was sayin' 'bout the world
I was talkin' 'bout when the
Fuckin' world was flat
Welcome everybody, SLR 3
Moment of silence for them
Round of applause for me
So what we got here? Some Top
Ramen talkin' 'bout some top tier
Some top rhymin' to some boxed ears
Such a waste of my timin'
That's why I'm not here
This recite is just a sight of the
The real me is out droppin'
Crop circles all over Iowa
You're witnessin' a one man cypher-a
One hand's a gun, the other hand's a silencer
If I cock the thumb
You gotta take a hike to the
Hitch, cock, psychotic
Did you get that plot?
If you ain't get the words then
Just make a little bird
So you can hear what the fist don't stop
This shit don't stop
Let you debate whether it's
Birds tellin' or motellin'
Those fingernail shells come out
My pistol top
I wear a Rollie so my wrist don't watch
Cause he don't like to see it
Ain't that a bitch?
The same wrist I shoot the three with
Game winnin' remix
Revisit the ship, upon which niggas seasick
Floatin' on the water out the
Eyes that I see with
Burnin' on the fire out the
Eyes that I see with so as we heat seekin'
The seen heater sea-seein'
But fuck it, it's too far off the deep end
I don't need a reason, I ain't talkin' to 'em
I just CC'd 'em Tetsuo season
SLR 3, Round of Applause
Silencer on my hand so my
Rounds won't sound at all
Now how that sound to y'all?
Maybe how dog whistles sound to dogs
Tetsuo season album comin' out, super soon
That's right, so I'm gon' ride this wave
And niggas poppin' shit
It ain't got nothin' to do with me
And just capitalize off all the free press
Because my publicist charges a lot
To do the same shit
As these niggas doin' it for free
And I can just rap, because really
Shit don't mean nothin' to me
I can rap all day, pop shit all day
And you niggas just soak it up
Believe it, if I stop
Still gets headlines even though
My Twitter locked and ain't that a bitch?
Moment of silence for them
Round of applause for me
I pause to put a round
In the palms of thieves
And then clap for 'em, bring it back to 'em
Soundtrakk I bring my back to 'em
Cause they ain't ready for the front
Fax to 'em like my nigga Mickey Factz to 'em
Aye Mickey what the wicky-wicky wack doin'?
They ain't from us but
They're claiming they're Columbus
Their raps come off flat cause
They ain't in circumference
They ain't in the cypher of some lifers
Them niggas probation
Soon to be leavin' Rikers
They ain't see us as the circle of my peers
Sir cool but he ain't spheres
That means he ain't fierce as this
Sailboat wouldn't survive in the
Ocean of my tears
Bring it back to the peekhole
That's the circle of my peers
The back is what I said ready for the front
I rap it out the back of my head
Know it like the back of my hand
Cowboy, you calf like the back of my leg
You ain't seein' what I said
That's cause it's comin' out the
Back of my dreads
You ain't see it, gotta watch what I say
Wash a nigga away or dock a nigga pay
I bring it back to the piers
And if you ready for that
You've just received the deadliest catch
That you've seen in years
Match, and if you think I'm playin'
Back when you were sayin' "What
In the world was that?"
When I was sayin' 'bout the world
I was talkin' 'bout when the
Fuckin' world was flat
Welcome everybody, SLR 3
Moment of silence for them
Round of applause for me
So what we got here? Some Top
Ramen talkin' 'bout some top tier
Some top rhymin' to some boxed ears
Such a waste of my timin'
That's why I'm not here
This recite is just a sight of the
The real me is out droppin'
Crop circles all over Iowa
You're witnessin' a one man cypher-a
One hand's a gun, the other hand's a silencer
If I cock the thumb
You gotta take a hike to the
Hitch, cock, psychotic
Did you get that plot?
If you ain't get the words then
Just make a little bird
So you can hear what the fist don't stop
This shit don't stop
Let you debate whether it's
Birds tellin' or motellin'
Those fingernail shells come out
My pistol top
I wear a Rollie so my wrist don't watch
Cause he don't like to see it
Ain't that a bitch?
The same wrist I shoot the three with
Game winnin' remix
Revisit the ship, upon which niggas seasick
Floatin' on the water out the
Eyes that I see with
Burnin' on the fire out the
Eyes that I see with so as we heat seekin'
The seen heater sea-seein'
But fuck it, it's too far off the deep end
I don't need a reason, I ain't talkin' to 'em
I just CC'd 'em Tetsuo season
SLR 3, Round of Applause
Silencer on my hand so my
Rounds won't sound at all
Now how that sound to y'all?
Maybe how dog whistles sound to dogs
Tetsuo season album comin' out, super soon
That's right, so I'm gon' ride this wave
And niggas poppin' shit
It ain't got nothin' to do with me
And just capitalize off all the free press
Because my publicist charges a lot
To do the same shit
As these niggas doin' it for free
And I can just rap, because really
Shit don't mean nothin' to me
I can rap all day, pop shit all day
And you niggas just soak it up
Believe it, if I stop
Still gets headlines even though
My Twitter locked and ain't that a bitch?